he wears a scar on his elbow
like a zipper;
held together like pieces of a human
puzzle,
a Frankenstein's creation of spare
parts:
tendons muscles nerves
tightly packed, like lightning
in a bottle,
ready to explode.
fastball's faster,
changeup's changing,
slider's sliding.
the sun is blazing,
the sky is clear, endless blue,
like a glass marble you
can cup in your hands,
and everything is as it should be.
(strike one strike two strike three you're out)

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